"Our fatherland awaits us in the land of the snow
Blazing flames in our beach and storms strongly blows
Our hands fill the air with our strong mighty swords
There faith and the honour of brotherhood strongly glows
They forded across the Neva, snorting horses like war-beasts
And swan over Vistula like hurrying to their feast
Like the avengers they bring their sabres over the Rhine
'Til from the Danube they all drank the emperor's wine"